Thursday 6 November 2014

K are S

Gotta crack down fix up knuckle round
unbounded madmen yesteryears’ best friend
unguarded grill spills little white pills
imaged inauguration and then
crown spills at the feet of a prophet
ain’t no profit in truths

Healing fingers practice havoc
routines one two bow
sit fix quick flex flew flight
gourd
fellows in ships
like wise guys finish last

Pop funk rabbit in pursuit
crack's in the street corners
highway connection human disconnect
dark purposeless world
sunglasses required

Something’s gonna happen

then it doesn’t

Tuesday 28 October 2014

86 word story


The balloon is passed from man with painted smile to boy with painted fangs. Small hand grips rope tightly. Sparse grass watches on, unswaying. The balloon bobs, oblivious to heat or crowds or sound, reacting only to the movements of its master. Fake vampire with real grin dances along, mimicked in slow motion by the balloon. A stone in the path. Stumble. Shocked hand responds, releases. Wide mouth horror unseeing eyes watch as the balloon takes flight. Up. Up. Tears drag face paint to the earth.

Thursday 27 March 2014

Writing rediscovered

upturn triumph
it turns beggars into heroes
and the gallant into slackers.
prize what is unattainable
but never what is had
having is the first sin
justify nothing
but now
the only posses sable thing
is now.
to be wasted as you please
no apologies.
save disney songs
for moments of depressions
sing nirvana at the top of your lungs
in joy.